"Hormones, My Lady. A man has no control over his hormones, no matter his intentions. You should just take it as another reassurance of your beauty, inside and out." I say, trying to keep control of the situation with carefully selected words. This is the most awkward thing ever! What kind of girl couldn't care less about that? Futas must be a whole different thing entirely!

"That depends," I say, "yet again on hormones. You really give me no chance! Grabbing a girl's breast or bedding with them doesn't mean you love them! Really..." I say, my voice trailing off as I remove my hand from her chest. That's so shallow...

"Fair game? There is nothing fair in life, nothing free either." I frown suddenly, bad memories clouding my mind and filling my vision like ancient, but still lethal, wraiths. This is not what I want. My scowl deepens, growing fierce, like a line of pure outrage.

I practically shove her out of my lap. "Stop that!" I yell. I instantly regret yelling at her, but refuse to admit it. "It's getting obnoxious, My Lady." My voice drips with sarcasm as poignant as venom and as deep as an ocean trench. Then, my voice softens, "Why don't you just leave me alone for a bit. I'm...irrational." I spin around a start to stalk off.